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 1     I|        these tales of love and conquest brave~I dedicate, to you
 2     I|    tell;~Oh, what sure hope of conquest ought thee move,~What zeal,
 3     I|      To which he added more by conquest got,~From thence approved
 4     I|    flow,~To help us this great conquest to obtain,~The Prince of
 5     I|        this king had made this conquest fell,~And brought that region
 6    II|       falling trophies of your conquest fair?~Trust you the monarch
 7    II|      LXXVII~"My lord, a double conquest must you make,~If you achieve
 8   III|      vanquish Tancred, but thy conquest lies~In those fair eyes,
 9   III|        our spears,~The bird of conquest her chief feather cast:~
10    IV|    speech;~For if he love, the conquest then thou hast,~Thus purposed
11    IV|       those lands thou dost by conquest tame~That thou hast won
12     V|       is,~How much our hope of conquest in him lies;~Regard that
13     V|      fetch praise and glorious conquest bring.~ ~ LIII~But Guelpho,
14     V|     your valors high~To honor, conquest, fame and victory."~ ~ XCII~
15    VI|       Villain," quoth he, "thy conquest is thy shame,~What praise?
16   VII|    high,~And wished him honor, conquest, victory.~ ~ LXXII~Then
17   VII|    pursuit,~And help to gather conquest's precious fruit.~ ~  CXV~
18   VII|       withdrew,~And that day's conquest gave the virgin bright,~
19  VIII|        participate~Of the last conquest of this noble fort.~In hardy
20  VIII|  Crowned with glory, for their conquest bold,~Where each his hurts
21    IX|     shall glory long~Thy happy conquest in my death, I trow,~Like
22    IX| strived~Who first should enter conquest's glorious gate,~Left off
23    IX|      hastily out, and for sure conquest gapes,~And from a bank whereon
24    IX|        none else should of his conquest boast,~Or he should save
25     X|      on your hand your hope of conquest lay,~And, for no loss true
26     X|        but shedding blood, and conquest thought,~Too little is this
27     X|    bird of east shall fly with conquest great,~As far as moon gives
28    XI|         And lost is that day's conquest by the stroke;~The angel
29    XI|         With whose support you conquest sure may gain;~First let
30   XII|  fortune should them home with conquest bring,~Over the bars the
31   XII|     gain?~What trophy for this conquest is't thou rears?~Thine eyes
32  XIII|     Now, now the fatal ship of conquest lands,~Her sails are struck,
33  XIII|        nigh desperate~Of hoped conquest, shameful death they doubt,~
34   XIV|    prisoners free,~Yet of that conquest never boast shall he,~ ~
35   XVI|  travel, pass the seas, fight, conquest get,~Destroy our faith,
36  XVII|       their power,~Nor of sure conquest had he fear or doubt:~To
37  XVII|    upon my head,~Theirs be the conquest, and the danger mine;~And
38  XVII|        this doubtful war, with conquest glad,~Had not Rinaldo fierce
39  XVII|    served great Charles in his conquest high,~Who in each battle
40  XVII|      with hope and haste,~Sure conquest met, prevented and embraced.~ ~
41 XVIII|      fight,~And of thy joy and conquest will partake:~There where
42 XVIII|      on each side saw signs of conquest plain,~For with Rinaldo
43 XVIII|       we no share in this high conquest get?"~But from that part
44   XIX|     fight;~But yet this bloody conquest feebled had~So much the
45   XIX|        fone,~And on this empty conquest let them boast,~Till with
46    XX|         That from his eye sure conquest flames and streams,~Heaven'
47    XX|      Of victory, thou must the conquest gain,~Behind this mighty
48    XX|    eyes~I see how victory, how conquest flies."~ ~ XX~Upon the captain,
49    XX|   alone~The taste of blood and conquest once he fand,~Whole squadrons
50    XX|      each side,~Did praise and conquest, Mars and Fortune ride.~ ~
51    XX|     scattered foes:~To win the conquest strove his squadron stout,~
52    XX|     life did hate,~All hope of conquest and revenge was gone,~Half
53    XX|  friend:~On Altamoro great thy conquest bold~Of glory shall be rich,